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The next day, at noon, the scorching sunlight poured like molten gold onto the white jade steps of Moon Pavilion, illuminating every crack in the stone with perfect clarity. Tang Yuehua stood by a vermilion-lacquered pillar in the corridor, her gilded hairpin reflecting a dazzling light in the sun. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight.
The cicadas chirped in succession, stirring the hot air. Tang Yuehua took out a silk handkerchief from her waist, gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and sighed softly. When she took out the zitan wooden box from her spirit tool, the exquisite cloud patterns on the box surface shimmered with golden threads under the sunlight.
"Little San," Tang Yuehua's voice was a bit hoarser than usual. She slowly pushed the wooden box towards Tang San, "This is the best head Spirit Bone your eldest uncle took from the Sect's treasure vault. Because Clear Sky Sect disciples mostly hunt power-type Spirit Beasts, head Spirit Bones are rare. This 50,000-year cultivation Purple Crystal devil spider Head Spirit Bone is already one of the Sect's few precious collections."
Tang San's pupils constricted slightly. Inside the box lay a crystal-clear Spirit Bone, its surface swirling with a dreamlike purple glow, occasionally condensing into spiderweb-like patterns of light. With his knowledge from two lives, he could feel the immense mental force contained within it.
Tang Yuehua's fingertips lightly traced the surface of the Spirit Bone, her knuckles unconsciously tensing. She suddenly coughed violently, her frail body swayed, and she had to lean on the railing to steady herself.
"Aunt!" Tang San quickly stepped forward to support her, but touched her icy wrist. In the sunlight, he then noticed a few strands of silver-white hair at Tang Yuehua's temples overnight.
Tang Yuehua waved her hand, forcing herself to straighten up: "It's nothing, just caught a bit of a cold last night. Aunt has something to ask of you. Your father's stubborn temper…" She smiled bitterly, shaking her head, "Now, only you can persuade him."
"Aunt, Dad will be fine," Tang San comforted softly.
Upon hearing this, she suddenly grabbed Tang San's arm with surprising force: "But this time it's different! Little San, his meridians are already…" Her voice abruptly stopped. Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, took out a handkerchief embroidered with crabapples from her sleeve, and pressed it to the corner of her eye.
"I understand, Aunt." Tang San tightly clutched the Spirit Bone in his palm, a sharp light flashing in his Purple Demon Eye. "I will definitely heal Dad's injuries. Once I fully absorb this Spirit Bone, and with Mysterious Heaven Skill…"
"No, you don't understand." Tang Yuehua suddenly interrupted him, her voice carrying an unprecedented sternness, "I want you to swear that no matter what happens, you must never let him use his Spirit Avatar again! He will die!"
Tang San took a deep breath and solemnly placed the zitan wooden box into his Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges. When the box touched the storage spirit tool, it made a clear "ding" sound, like some ancient resonance. He looked up at Tang Yuehua and saw tears in his aunt's eyes, but they stubbornly refused to fall in the midday sun.
"Aunt, don't worry." Tang San knelt on one knee, his right fist clenched against his chest, his voice deep and firm, "Little San swears on his life that he will never let Dad use his Spirit again."
Tang Yuehua's slender fingers trembled slightly, but she still gently brushed the stray hair from Tang San's forehead. Her movements were very light, as if she were handling fragile porcelain. Her fingertips lingered for a moment at Tang San's collar, smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle for him.
"Go, Little San." Tang Yuehua's voice was as light as a whisper, but the worry in her eyes was thick and unresolvable. "Remember… be careful in everything." She paused, a forced smile on her lips, "Tell your father that Big Brother is still waiting for him at the Sect… Come home."
Tang San bowed deeply. When he stood up, his blue robe flapped in the hot wind. His figure swayed, and he executed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his entire being blurring like an ink painting in the scorching sunlight, disappearing into the end of the corridor in an instant.
Outside Moon Pavilion, the hustle and bustle of Heaven Dou City rushed in. Tang San stood on the white jade steps, looking at the continuous flow of people on the street, feeling a momentary trance. The midday sun had heated the bluestone road, and the shouts of distant vendors, the creaking of cartwheels on the road, and the playful noises of children intertwined, yet they made him feel an unprecedented loneliness.
"Let's go."
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear. Tang San turned abruptly, only to see Tang Hao, who had appeared at some point, leaning against a parasol tree not far away. The mottled shadows of the tree fell on him, dyeing his worn black cloak in varying shades.
"Dad!" Tang San quickly stepped forward, taking out the zitan wooden box from his Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges. "Aunt has given me the Spirit Bone."
Tang Hao's gaze lingered on the wooden box for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He said nothing, only turned and began to walk. The sunlight stretched his back long, the shadow winding on the ground, as if carrying too many untold stories.
Tang San gripped the wooden box tightly and quickly followed. The figures of the father and son, one in front and one behind, gradually merged into the bustling crowd of Heaven Dou City. No one noticed that behind them, by the window on the top floor of Moon Pavilion, a moon-white figure stood for a long time.
The path outside Heaven Dou City was bathed in a golden glow. As Tang San followed Tang Hao through the last patch of woods, he suddenly sensed a strange spirit power fluctuation coming from ahead. The aura felt familiar, yet also somewhat strange.
"Wait." Tang Hao suddenly raised his hand, stopping his steps. A hint of alertness flashed in his weathered eyes, and his right hand instinctively rose to summon his Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang San followed Tang Hao and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under an ancient tree ahead. That person's moon-white robe drifted gently in the evening breeze, the fluttering sleeves like flowing moonlight. When he clearly saw the person's face, Tang San's pupils suddenly constricted—it was Feng Xiao, whom he hadn't seen in two years.
Feng Xiao looked at the approaching figures, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes. No wonder Elder She Long and Elder Ci Xue seemed to have sensed something earlier, and had left him far away to return to the city on his own. The guqin "Fuxi" he held in his arms glowed with a warm luster in the sunlight.
"Long time no see, Tang San." Feng Xiao's lips curled slightly, his black long hair lifted by the breeze, edged with gold in the sunlight. His voice was still as clear as a spring, but carried a few more hints of restrained composure than before.
Tang San was secretly startled. Feng Xiao's aura was now so restrained that he seemed like an ordinary person with no spirit power fluctuations. But he knew very well that this only indicated Feng Xiao's cultivation had reached a level far beyond his own, just like the Shrek Academy teachers, leaving him far behind.
"Clear Sky Douluo." Feng Xiao respectfully saluted Tang Hao, his demeanor exuding aristocratic grace.
Tang Hao's gaze was sharp as he slowly nodded: "Not bad, to have broken through to Spirit Emperor at such a young age."
Tang San's heart trembled at these words. His father's words exploded in his ears like thunder, and he looked at Feng Xiao in disbelief.
"You flatter me, Senior." Feng Xiao smiled humbly, "With Tang San's twin spirits talent, I'm sure he'll catch up very quickly."
"Feng Xiao?" Tang San took a step forward, a hint of wariness flashing in his Purple Demon Eye. "Why are you here?" They hadn't met since the Elite Competition of Advanced Soul Master Academies of the Entire Continent two years ago.
"I was fortunate enough to break through to Spirit Emperor and just returned from hunting a spirit ring." Feng Xiao explained calmly, his fingertips gently stroking the zither strings. "I didn't expect to meet the two of you here."
Tang Hao looked at Feng Xiao with appreciation and said to Tang San, "Let's go."
Just as Tang San nodded, Feng Xiao suddenly spoke: "Senior, when you go, please do not use your Spirit again." His gaze was deliberately earnest, "Your body… can no longer bear it."
Both father and son's expressions changed simultaneously. Tang San asked in a deep voice, "How do you know?"
Feng Xiao lightly tapped his earlobe and smiled: "I can discern the subtleties of zither sounds, and naturally, I can hear other sounds. Whether it's the vibration of zither strings, or the subtle sounds of muscles exerting force…" He looked at Tang Hao, with respect in his eyes, "Senior is now using all the strength of his muscles to forcibly maintain the circulation of his spirit power. This perseverance is admirable."
In Feng Xiao's perception, Tang Hao's meridians were like a thousand-holed pipe, and he was forcibly squeezing with his flesh and blood to barely maintain the flow of spirit power.
Tang Hao nodded silently. Tang San, even more vigilant, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for the reminder, we'll take our leave."
Feng Xiao bowed in return, holding "Fuxi" and turning to walk towards Heaven Dou City. The white-robed figure gradually faded into the distance in the sunset, the zither tassel swaying gently in the wind.
Looking at the receding figure, Tang Hao was filled with emotion. At his age, he was far from as brilliantly talented as Feng Xiao.
"Let's go." Tang Hao gently patted his son's shoulder, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.
Feng Xiao stood still, watching the father and son gradually disappear into the distance, a thoughtful expression flashing in his eyes. His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the strings of "Fuxi," producing an almost inaudible tremor.
"Strange…" he murmured to himself, "Judging by Tang San's appearance, his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline hasn't awakened yet. Why did Tang Hao bring him to Heaven Dou City?"
Suddenly, his fingertips paused. Memories surged like a tide—the plot from the original work clearly appeared in his mind: the Spirit Master Competition, the absorption of the head Spirit Bone, the cultivation of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method, the awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, the fusion of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, and finally, entering Slaughter City…
A sharp glint appeared in Feng Xiao's eyes, and a knowing arc curved on his lips: "So that's it." He looked up towards Moon Pavilion.
"Slaughter City…" he secretly thought, "Without enough mental force to support it, even a genius with twin spirits will become a walking corpse. The head Spirit Bone, this is Tang Hao's true purpose for this trip."
"Tang Yuehua… I wish you good luck, Tang Hao, Tang San."
Then Feng Xiao headed towards Heaven Dou City.
Deep within the dense forest beside the official road, two dark figures were hidden like ghosts among the tree shadows. Douluo She Long's scarlet snake pupils constricted slightly, his spirit power fluctuations almost imperceptible as he transmitted his voice: "This kid is clever; he deliberately exposed Tang Hao's injury to send us a message."
Douluo Ci Xue's gloomy face showed a sinister smile, bloody mist swirling around his fingertips: "Shall we act now?"
She Long slowly shook his head, the snake scales beneath his black robe making a faint rustling sound: "No rush. A wounded beast is the most dangerous." He narrowed his eyes, looking at Tang Hao and his son stumbling forward in the distance, "A Level 95 Clear Sky Douluo, if he really fights to the death…"
Douluo Ci Xue's pupils constricted at the words. He nodded grimly, his voice transmission laced with apprehension: "Indeed. If that madman burns his last life force, he could at least take one of us with him."
The two tacitly retreated into deeper shadows. As Elders of Spirit Hall, they knew all too well the horror of a Titled Douluo's dying counterattack. Especially an existence like Tang Hao, who had cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer to its peak, even with only one breath left, he was enough to make heaven and earth change color.
A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, causing a soft whooshing sound. Douluo She Long captured the lingering spirit power fluctuations in the air: "Follow them, maintain a distance of three hundred zhang."
Douluo Ci Xue's body glowed with a bloody mist, his figure gradually merging with the shadows under the sunlight. They were like two lurking venomous snakes, waiting for their prey's weakest moment.
Night fell like ink, with the bright moon hanging in the sky. The Blue Silver Forest, bathed in moonlight, glowed with a faint blue light, like a sleeping galaxy. She Long and Ci Xue concealed their auras, moving through the forest like two lurking shadows. Suddenly, She Long paused, his scarlet snake pupils abruptly narrowing into slits, scale-like spirit power patterns faintly visible on his cheeks.
"Something's wrong," he transmitted, his hoarse voice carrying a rare solemnity, like the chill from a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Douluo Ci Xue was about to speak, but saw the Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet move without wind. The dew drops condensed on the grass blades eerily floated in mid-air, reflecting thousands of tiny moonlit fragments. The entire forest seemed like a giant beast suddenly awakening, every blade of Blue Silver Grass stretching its leaves, emitting ripple-like spirit power fluctuations.
"We've been discovered." Ci Xue's face drastically changed, the bloody mist around him surging like boiling water, his nine spirit rings faintly visible within the mist.
Just then, an ancient and Vicissitudes mental fluctuation came from deep within the forest, like millions of grass blades whispering in the wind: "Intruders… Leave." The voice carried the unique tranquility and majesty of plants, yet also held an indescribable sorrow.
"Hmph, mere Spirit Beasts!" A cold light flashed in She Long's eyes, and his nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—lit up in sequence. His mental force transformed into a sharp snake hiss in response: "I advise you not to meddle. Otherwise…" A phantom of a Snake Lance flashed from his sleeve, and the Blue Silver Grass within a ten-zhang radius instantly withered, "I'll flatten this forest."
At the same time, on the other side of the forest.
Tang San followed his father, walking through knee-high Blue Silver Grass. The soft grass blades beneath their feet made a rustling sound, like countless elves whispering. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting mottled shadows on Tang Hao's hunched back.
"Dad, your injury…" Tang San looked at his father's back, which was noticeably thinner beneath his black robe, and his throat suddenly tightened. He saw his father's slight stumble with each step, and heard the tremor in his heavy breathing caused by old injuries.
Before he finished speaking, the Blue Silver Grass in the entire forest suddenly swayed violently. The grass blades rubbed against each other, making a rapid rustling sound, like a warning drumbeat. Tang San's pupils constricted—those glowing blue grass blades were gathering towards them at a visible speed, weaving mysterious patterns on the ground.
"Someone's coming." Tang Hao's voice suddenly turned as cold as iron, his earlier weakness completely gone. As he turned, his black robe billowed, and the sharp light emanating from his weathered eyes reminded Tang San of an awakened lion. "Two Titled Douluo, less than three li from us."
Tang San's heart trembled. His Purple Demon Eye instantly activated, and the World in his vision was immediately tinged with purple: "People from Spirit Hall?"
Tang Hao did not answer. The action of kneeling on one knee pulled at his old injuries, and he frowned almost imperceptibly. When his palm touched a particularly thick Blue Silver Grass, the grass blades immediately wrapped gently around his wrist, blue light spreading like flowing water along his meridians. When he stood up a moment later, his bronze-colored face was as grim as the sea before a storm.
The crisp sound of breaking branches came from a distance, startling a few night-perching birds. Tang Hao's large, well-defined hand suddenly clamped onto Tang San's shoulder: "Go!"
The father and son shot like arrows towards the depths of the forest. Although Tang Hao was severely injured, the speed he unleashed at that moment still made the air shriek. Tang San followed closely, realizing that his father was not blindly fleeing—every step landed precisely on specific clumps of Blue Silver Grass. Those trampled grass blades, instead of bending, stood even straighter.
"These Blue Silver Grass are helping us conceal our tracks." Tang Hao's voice was hoarse from the rapid running, but carried a strange tenderness. "But it won't last long…"
Before he finished speaking, the roar of falling trees suddenly came from behind, "Those two old dogs have very keen noses."
The Purple Demon Eye pierced through the night. Tang San saw that wherever the two dark figures passed, the Blue Silver Grass withered and turned black, like life corroded by poison. The moonlight shone on the blood-colored spirit rings of the approaching figures, reflecting a heart-pounding glow.